15They shot him! He couldn't believe it. His shoulder throbbed in agony. The bullet was still lodged inside and he knew John had planned it that way. If it was a through and through they might not keep him in. This way he would have to have surgery. Goddamn surgery! The hospital wasn't far away, but John didn't seem in much of a hurry. He slowed at two sets of traffic lights, watching the yellow light turn red. He was doing it to torment Roxy and maybe Roxy deserved it a little, but at some point John was going to take it too far. He always did. Roxy was starting to feel sick with pain.
“Will you just hurry up,” he shouted. “And when you get back you can call my mother and tell her what you've done. Ow! Easy on the corners.”
John was cheerful. It was the most unsettling mood of John's he
